*HI! IM BACK! MY ART CLASSES TOOK LONGER THAN NECESSARY.*
(want to continue from last night?)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"that sounds awesome! I could design the perfect houses! Oh! I made you this!" She pulls out a drawing of a field of dandelions and sunflowers at sunset
He gently takes it as though it were as precious and fragile as a stained glass window. "Wow... that's really, really good. Do you mind if I hang it up in my room? I'll use tape so I don't put any holes in it."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hey there! Nice to meet you!" He sits up. "What's your name?"
"I'm Valentine." she smiles
"Sorry we haven't met before, Valentine. I'm Father, and I own Better Days. I've been away for a while, and I think the quality of care may have gone down. Could you tell me about your stay so far? Is there anything that you would like to see changed?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon is walking in the halls again, He keeps his Right hand on the wall to guide him along the halls. He hums a haunting tune again, further deepening the rhyme to match the machinations of his mind.
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Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
Colt is still in the boiler room, curled up infront of the roaring fire that boils the water
The real Father, chained to a chair behind him, begins to quietly sing a song from the war about ashes, great balls of fire, and an orange-colored sky.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*HI! IM BACK! MY ART CLASSES TOOK LONGER THAN NECESSARY.*
(want to continue from last night?)
*I said sure :]*
(oh sorry. I didn't see that)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"Thank you, Callie. My walls have been bare for years now, and they seem so lonely without pictures." A small portal opens, leading to the Boiler Room. He reaches his long arms through and begins to do something. When he pulls his arms back, the picture is seemingly stuck to the wall without any adhesive or pins. He closes the portal. "I can't make them very big, but they're my favorite magic trick."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*A NEW RULE, A NEW AREA, AND A NEW STAFF MEMBER HAS BEEN ADDED TO THE FRONT PAGE.*
(cool)
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they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind Turning the pages of my life Walking the path so many paced a million times Drown out the voices in the air Leaving the ones that never cared Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"Thank you! I used to use it a lot. I can only fit my arms through, but it's a lot faster and less intrusive than shuffling the whole building around."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He stays quiet.
"Mn, i figured as much."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*gtg, be back in a few hours*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
He gently takes it as though it were as precious and fragile as a stained glass window. "Wow... that's really, really good. Do you mind if I hang it up in my room? I'll use tape so I don't put any holes in it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Colt is still in the boiler room, curled up infront of the roaring fire that boils the water
"of course you can hang it up! It's yours now"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
Mother sighs and hands him a cup of fresh brewed tea.
"You knew my answer so why ask?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*I said sure :]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Mother appears from the walls and sighs, kneeling down. She places a cup of tea next to him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Sorry we haven't met before, Valentine. I'm Father, and I own Better Days. I've been away for a while, and I think the quality of care may have gone down. Could you tell me about your stay so far? Is there anything that you would like to see changed?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Simon is walking in the halls again, He keeps his Right hand on the wall to guide him along the halls. He hums a haunting tune again, further deepening the rhyme to match the machinations of his mind.
Back Once more. Stand Proud Brothers, Till the Sky May Fall and Until the Sun Darks out. Let us ring the Drums of Liberation!
O' Great One, I pledge my Blade to you.
The real Father, chained to a chair behind him, begins to quietly sing a song from the war about ashes, great balls of fire, and an orange-colored sky.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
(oh sorry. I didn't see that)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
"Thank you, Callie. My walls have been bare for years now, and they seem so lonely without pictures." A small portal opens, leading to the Boiler Room. He reaches his long arms through and begins to do something. When he pulls his arms back, the picture is seemingly stuck to the wall without any adhesive or pins. He closes the portal. "I can't make them very big, but they're my favorite magic trick."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*EVERYONE, ATTENTION PLEASE.*
*A NEW RULE, A NEW AREA, AND A NEW STAFF MEMBER HAS BEEN ADDED TO THE FRONT PAGE.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"it is a super cool trick"
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
(cool)
they/her Always open to chat. Just send me a PM
Looking in the mirror of my mind
Turning the pages of my life
Walking the path so many paced a million times
Drown out the voices in the air
Leaving the ones that never cared
Picking the pieces up and building to the sky
The faerie is in the library, writing in a scroll.
Kasrik Argentum Stellaris Fiddlesticks the Wizard, Lord of Stars, Master Trickster, and Creator of both the Mosh of Stardust Hornets and Mimiczilla.
"You're never fully dressed without a smile!" >:3
"Honk."
"Thank you! I used to use it a lot. I can only fit my arms through, but it's a lot faster and less intrusive than shuffling the whole building around."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He curls up a bit before mumbling a soft, "Thank you mother."